Black Lavender

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Lavender does not grow in the sagebrush 

Though purple it may also be 

Nor in the winding wetlands 

With slick and mossy stones 

Only in the hollow warmth seeping 

Beneath the windowsill 

Baptized in my incandescent light

That paints all things in fire 

The lavender is black as coal 

Where it blooms on the stem 

It reaches hungrily toward me 

And I close the window 

Then turn away 

But the imprint follows 

With no nictation to defeat 

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